Will Martin’s racist father, Kevin, hates local americans and needs to maintain them off his estate, by no means brain that a part of the ranch land is sacred flooring for the Sioux. after they request entry for prayer, Kevin refuses—but Will doesn’t proportion his father’s perspectives. Ever seeing that he first observed Takoda pink fowl in the course of one of many Sioux sacred ceremonies, Will has been involved.

As a parapsychologist operating for Seattle Psi, Tess has dedicated her existence to learning psychic phenomena. but if doppelgangers commence showing from a parallel international that's been struck by means of an asteroid, not anything in her education can assist her continue to exist what's to come.

After dislocating to Seattle Psi from the opposite Earth, Jake is constrained via a different activity strength for examine. but if he drains lifestyles power from Tess, virtually killing her, it explanations a ripple impression throughout worlds — and creates a bond neither of them expected.

Ross is an FBI agent ordered to guard Tess whereas she reports Jake. His task isn't random — he and Tess have a background, and a connection the Bureau hopes to take advantage of to its personal virtue. by the point Ross realizes his venture will be compromised, it's already too overdue — he'll need to make a choice from his love for Tess and his accountability to guard the folk of his personal Earth.

From number one big apple occasions bestselling writer Karen Kingsbury comes the 3rd novel in an unforgettable sequence approximately divine intervention and the pains and triumphs of lifestyles for a bunch of friends.

Despite desiring a center transplant and opposed to the recommendation of her health professional, Mary Catherine strikes to Uganda to paintings at a brand new orphanage. no matter what time she has left, Mary Catherine desires to spend it assisting children—especially considering there'll be no teenagers of her personal. the single challenge is significant League Baseball participant Marcus Dillinger, the guy she by no means intended to fall in love with. Neither Marcus nor Mary Catherine’s different friends—Tyler Ames and Sami Dawson—know simply how critical her middle situation is. nonetheless, Marcus is bound within the depths of his soul that anything isn’t correct. eventually his correspondence with Mary Catherine leads him on a determined life-or-death venture to rescue her and get her to a US health facility ahead of time runs out. in the meantime, Sami and Tyler fight with problems with their very own. In a season whilst Tyler plans to invite Sami to marry him, the very center in their courting is in jeopardy. The group of angels jogging is busier than ever during this epic conflict among existence and loss of life. Brush of Wings is a poignant story of affection, sacrifice, and the ability of religion.

I hated my traitorous stomach for growling the way it did, but I knew from personal experience that Dominic was a fantastic cook, and I couldn’t help but be tempted. Until I thought about hanging around with Adam and Dom together. I have no problems with gay people—I have a lot of prejudices, but that isn’t one of them. What I do have trouble with is public displays of affection, and I swear Adam loves nothing more than making me squirm. Dom’s a little more modest, but not so modest that he ever refuses Adam’s advances.

And it wasn’t pretty. “Not to be shitty or anything,” I said, “but is there some burning reason you and Adam felt it necessary to tell me this? ” Dominic shrugged. “Lugh can’t gain control of you. There’s got to be a reason, since Raphael had no trouble taking over your brother. ” I leaned back into the stiff, uncomfortable cushions of my rent-a-couch and brooded a bit. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this revelation. There was definitely an element of shock. I mean, how could I not be shocked? But I think I would have been more devastated if I were actually close to my dad.

A mechanical voice said. “I’m trying to reach—” I cursed again and erased the non-message. It was now officially one week since Brian had last called. I’d told myself the cute, endearing messages he’d left on my machine every day were annoying. Not that it had stopped me from listening to them, mind you. When I’d been having a particularly bad day, I’d save his messages and play them over and over. Maybe he was taking a vacation, on a cruise ship somewhere with no access to a phone. A lump formed in my throat.